Heart attacks, FREE

I am tired of whatever this is. It's no longer the pleasant anxiety of a crush; I just feel -- each time -- like I'm gonna lose my supper, like I've been punched in the gut, or there's a serial killer somewhere in my house. Soon I'll see this in retrospect and know exactly how I was generating the problem for myself, but at the moment I only have one idea.

I'm going to try not running away. It might take out some of the sting, if my mother was right.